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I’m not sure how long we rode, or even where in town we ended up. I looked at the back of the menu I was holding. The street name didn’t look familiar. The waiter smiled at me patiently. He was clearly waiting for my order. A half empty cup of coffee sat in front me. I looked back inside the menu.

“Uh…” all the words looked like ants that were trying to crawl away. Only one set was still long enough to read “Stake nd Salud”. “I’ll have the steak” I said. The waiter nodded.

“And how would you like that cooked Don?” I couldn’t find the right words. I looked back at the menu, but all the ants were gone.

“Blue-rare.” she said, and smiled at me from across the table.

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